A Patrol Through The Slums (Need Mod~anyone please!)

[Ceniel]

Timestamp: 20th of Aperitius, Era XIV, Post Fractum

Ceniel walked through the slums of Medonia. His hand was much closer to his Shortsword then was natural. He had on his buckler and his two hidden daggers. Ceniel walked down another street ever vigilant green eyes flashing into every nook and cranny. Ceniel slowed down his walk as he turned into another passage way. It was dark here but his elven eyes alowed him to see better then most humans could.

[Eyvind Redbeard]

Although his elven eyes were more than a match to any human eyes, it weren't Ceniel's eyes but his ears what informed him that something was going on when he turned a corner to a muddy street of the slums. As he walked in the middle of the street, passing shadowy alley after shadowy alley with no lights on the nearby windows he could feel a strange quietness. There was nothing to be heard as a strange and cold fog started to fall. All he could see now were the buildings on both sides of the street and the muddy ground some thirty feet ahead of him.

Nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard. The silence seemed to grow as a giant wave as Ceniel continued walking. He found a crossroad. Three directions to choose, aside from going back. Suddenly he heard shouts, many feet running in his direction, the clanging sound of metal. The sounds seemed to come in his direction and from the street to his right.

Ceniel was given some choices, he could wait to see what was coming in his direction, he could go back, he could go forward following in the same direction from where he had come from or he could turn to his left taking the street that lead to the graveyard.

[Ceniel]

Ceniel drew his Shortsword with a satisifying Shinngg. Many times had Ceniel fought with it and he was glad to have it by his side. He looked left and right then walked slowly towards the graveyard, his ears picking up any sound he could. When he reached the graveyard he looked around to see what was happening.

[Eyvind Redbeard]

The street in front ot Ceniel was crawling with stinking creatures. If Ceniel would look closely he would still distinguish some features in the faces of the undead creatures. Zombies. Lots and lots of zombies coming out of their graves. No sign of the Groundkeeper, he had certainly fleed or was hiding somewhere.

One of the zombies saw the young Elf and started walking in his direction, slowly and with his arms raised. Its broken jaw full of vermin and its hair in a state of decay beyond recognition. The brownish chewed nails that relentlessly approached Ceniel seemed to carry all sorts of deseases.

One zombie was an easy kill but Ceniel could handle the whole graveyard alone. The sounds of running men started to be heard behind him. Some more shouting and more clanging metal sounded.

What would Ceniel do? He could take the zombie who was walking in his direction without being surrounded by the others, would he have a feel for glory and charge the undead horde?

[Ceniel]

Ceniel drew in a sharp breath as he saw the zombie. A single word escaped his lips "Necromancer." He looked around trying to spot the necromancer. If he couldn't find him/her he would yell into the night "Necromancer! Come out and fight me like a man! Unless you have fallen to far into the dark hole of your foul necromancy!" No matter what happened Ceniel would take two steps forward and do a downward strike aimed at the zombies neck.

[Eyvind Redbeard]

No voice answered Ceniel's yell except for the strange babbling of the growing horde of zombies. They were more than fifty now and more kept on rising from the graves. The sound of hard hit against the ground came and Ceniel felt it trembling.

His sword came slashing down and the zombie's head fell on the muddy ground, the body fell behind and the arms sank on the mud. But that wasn't enough to stop the head from trying to bite the Elf, lucky of him that it couldn't move or his foot had lots some toes.

The sounds of running men came stronger from behind him and shadowy figures started to appear in the middle of the fog, they carried torches or some sort of lightening things. More sounds of clanging metal.

What was this? A set up?

[Ceniel]

Ceniel had no idea what this might be. All he knew was that no matter what was happening it was his job to stop it. Ceniel went over to a corner and closed his eyes. Slowly and with great difficulty he shut himself away from the sounds of the world around him. He focused instead on that sweet place only clara could bring. He realxed and felt himself fill with inner peace. He imagined a forest growing with every breathe he took.

If he got clara he would open his eyes and attempt to find the string of ara that allowed the nercomancer to keep the spirits connected to the bodies. Then if he located them he would attempt to sever as many as he could by using his ara like a knife and cutting them.

If he didn't get clara or couldn't locate them he would charge the nearest Zombie trying to cut its head off, he would do this several times before he felt his body starting to tire.

[Rougenoe]

OOC: Hopping in with Redbeard's approval

"Samiet." Those were the only words that slipped through Rougenoe's tight lips. The grave keeper, a bushy-tailed relequis who had no memory of their shared adventure. Rougenoe knew something must have gone very wrong for the zombies to be roused. Certainly the Coven had proved themselves not to be so reckless as to throw a mob of zombies into the street, it must be the doing of some ignorant rogue.

Rougenoe had one foot on the black iron fence and looked in at the mob of bumbling undead making their slow march out of the gates. Well, Rougenoe was not trained for killing zombies, they did not have vital points. His minds drifted back to Zerdeus's words about how with time Rougenoe would have the power to eradicate armies and kill entire cities easily. Well a mob would be a good start. The zombies seemed to find something interesting on their other flank and the few that faced Rougenoe were picking at few people they had been able to surprise.

Rougenoe tucked himself in the darkness of an alleyway and rolled his shoulders, exhaling slowly before he began to meditate. It was a slow process but eventually Rougenoe managed Clara and his world was filled with the blue-silver hashes of Ara. Fortunately being right next to a graveyard gave him ample dark energies to siphon. He pulled them fast and long strands of the silver came towards him. Rougenoe spun them into a large sphere and it turned a sickly dark green when Rougenoe mixed his Vis into the mass.

Rougenoe stepped out of the alley with a large acid sphere floating above his hand. Aiming for the center of the mob he chucked the ball of destructive liquid, hoping it would incapacitate a good number of the zombies.

[Eyvind Redbeard]

For Ceniel's misfortune he didn't reach Clara as he had his moment of focusing ruined when the headless body of the zombies reach for his foot and another one grabbed his left arm and started pulling so it could reach for the Elf's neck.

Ceniel's cut the hands of the headless zombie and pierced the other zombie's head with his shortsword getting himself free of the rotting corpses. In a moment he saw himself surrounded by zombies making a complete circle around him. It would have been his end if from the fog of the street from where he had come from a shout haven't come.

"Charge! Get them all!"

And a group of Medonian Guards, numbering fifteen, attack the zombies' flank. A torch was thrown and fell at Ceniel's feet enabling him to see the horrors that would have eaten him alive. The Guards managed to behead the zombies in one side of the circle allowing Ceniel a retreat route.

In the meanwhile in the other side of the zombie mob Rougenoe had his acid sphere ready, after having entered Clara and gathered the precious Ara need to create the green and deadly weapon. Zerdeus could have spoke the truth but this wasn't the time for Rougenoe to rise. His acid sphere exploded in the middle of the gate of the graveyard with a large green cloud hitting many zombies. When the cloud started to disappear all that was left of the zombie that had been directly hit were some greenish looking bones which melted in seconds. Although one had been completely obliterated the other zombies, now lacking body parts and with their bodies disfigured still stood.

Rougenoe had showed the zombies where a new prey was located and while half of the mob faced the Medonian Guard, the other half started walking in the Human's direction. Some of the zombies still covered in acid.

A new tremble was felt and a zombie tripped. Something more was coming.

[Ceniel]

Ceniel drew back with the guards and saw the acid green orb thrown into the midst of the zombies. Ceniel brew back his sword and slashed as one came to close to him. Then turning he sprinted in a circular route toward sthe human who had thrown the acid ball. When he was halfway across he felt the tremble and almost tripped. Then he regained his balance and got to the humans side. He said "You know how to use a weapon?" Ceniel then stood his ground in an defensive stance and waited did a slash at several of the zombies that got to close, pulling out his dagger with his left hand as he did so.

[Rougenoe]

The acid ball dropped onto the mass, obliterating one and harming others. But the soulless heads turned in his direction. Rougenoe steeled himself for another confrontation with the dead of Medonia. Some of the zombies slowly ambling in his direction were smoking and sizzling as the remains of his acid continued to burn through the desiccated flesh.

The ground trembled lightly and a zombie fell to the ground as someone appeared next to Rougenoe. He looked out of the corner of his eye at Ceniel and noticed his guard uniform. He scoffed lightly at Ceniel's comment. Reaching to the back of his belt he pulled out his boarding axe and twirled in his hand, opting to use the blunt hammer side of the weapon.

Rougenoe smiled venomously, "ever fought zombies before?" As the nearest zombie closed he aimed his axe at the monster's temple.

[Eyvind Redbeard]

The undead mob, now attacked on two different flanks, splitted itself every zombie trying to get the closest piece of fresh meat they could find. For their misfortune their bodies were already too rotten and therefore weakened. The Medonian Guards sliced the horde as it advanced, their shinnying steel shortswords causing great losses to the undead.

On the other flank Rougenoe had just smashed the head of another zombie with a powerful swing of his boarding axe's hammer head, making the half crumbled skull fly several feets hitting the fences of the graveyard.

Ceniel kept fighting the walking dead now with his shortsword and his dagger, it seemed the buckler was only slowing him down. In a whirlwind of blades he beheaded two more zombies and stabbed another one's skull with so much strength that the decayed eyes jumped from the orbits. Such display of prowess wasn't without pain as he had his leg scratched by the zombie that had previously tripped and fell.

As for Rougenoe his hammer was leaving a soup of death on his wake. Ribcages smashed, arms torn apart and legs thrown to the air.

The mob was falling, the living were winning the battle and it seemed that everything would end without casualties. When will those living learn that victory cannot be achieved without sacrifice?

A huge gravestone flew through the air as an enormous fist came from underneath the earth. The gravestone fell in the middle of both Medonian Guards and zombies smashing combatants of both sides alike. Men yelled and screamed as the walking dead started eating those still alive with some part of their bodies under the gigantic gravestone. The Guards retreated giving space between them and the undeads, the seconds now feasting upon the fallen Guards.

The hand of the said fist held one side of the hole located where the gravestone had been, soon another hand held the opposite side. The clawed hands started pulling and then a large ugly head appeared. The lower proeminent jaw filled with teeth the size of daggers, the nose made of two small holes only, the skull bald except for the back of the head where some hair fell over to the creature fleshy shoulders. When the monster had left the hole all could admire its size. Towering up to 10 feet in height of skinless body, its flesh was dark as the pits of Aeternia and its shinnying white eyes looking around. The creature raized its fist and curiously looked to it as if discovering something new.

[Ceniel]

"No I haven't fought undead before, Ceniel said stabbing the undead and causing its eyes to pop out, "But I am certainly learning how to."

Ceniel almost halted in mid swing as the creature came from the ground. He almost payed for his laps in concentration when a zombie tried to bite him. He finished the combination and yanked off the buckler. He turned again and continued fighting with renewed vigor. The buckler had slowed him down but now he could move freely and the smaller undead were slow.

Ceniel chanced a glance at the monster and almost threw up, the creature was just so gruesome. Ceniel turned and did another Slash, Slash, Trust Combination, hopefully beheading two more undead and stabbing another. "If you can meditate you might be able to dispel the link the spirit has connecting it to its body." Ceniel said and moved slightly to the left doing another combination to protect Rougenoe if he started meditating. He was about to finish the combination when pain flared in his leg, he kept fighting and the pain subsided into a angry throb.

[Rougenoe]

The blunt hammer end of his weapon crushed through the ranks of undead. Rougenoe smashed flesh and shattered bones, beating at whatever rotted piece of meat came in range. He caught the nearest zombie in the jaw and sent it flying back into the mob.

The tide of battle seemed to be turning and the piles of destroyed flesh were piling up in the wake of the living. All that changed when a slab of stone descended from the sky and smashed into the other flank of battle. Screams and gore abounded both from the recently deceased and their reanimated cousins. From the bowels of the graveyard rose a hideous beast. Rougenoe crushed an offending zombie and caught sight of the monstrosity, things had gotten far worse. With a grunt he pulled his axe back, “that’s not really my forte. Let the thing thin some of these undead out.”

With his piece said Rougenoe put himself back into reaping the crop of zombies.

[Ceniel]

Ceniel sighed and started slashing and stabbing again. He was starting to tire, but because of his training with Straylor it was doubtfull he would have to stop fighting for a while.